Still

R5 took me from the city Closed eyes, I still listened, waited The frosty glass tossed my head around Regional rail, belated To my car, my brain a breathing ocean Drove the speed limit One headlight out Thought I could feel the echoes reflect off of sleepy storefronts as The motor buzzed about This town is frozen Down went the pedal And the windows Scraped my cheeks, rang in my ears Ached in my nose Let the wind rip my senses open “That was Tchaikovsky’s 6th” said 90.1 When I go, I’ll have an unfinished song And I don’t want to know who’s going to finish it Just so it plays on Chiming ears, still breeze-burnt, battered At home, I sat outside of the garage And just shook in the frigid atmosphere Looked up and wondered what I even had to do with it Didn’t get up, just tugged my chattering beard Stayed there hoping I could vibrate until it mattered